I am the serpent of evening wounds
I live for blood, I swim in the blood
The servant
Forever, living blind.
I have seen the horses eyes and beneath
Been near the beautiness, or have I?
The innocent
I am the memory of the centuries
Suck my powers into your self, seek my jewelry, bite me endlessly
Horror is the space where you wander, hear my words, as I sacrifice my self
Too long I have been in this valley, I know every slope it has
Now it's my time to dive to the river, I need salvation and reincarnation
Where is the new contest, lead me there, I promise that this time I won't go straight to the finals
Naked people of time, have a long life
Be happy, and write a book when you die
But be sure, that the chapter 13 does exist
because without it, you can't exit
It doesn't have to be long
a short will do fine
Just write it with blood
and serpents tongue
I walked to there, where the earth ended, and found out, that we are limitless, chained to ground, free, slaves and beautiful at the same time
